Friday. Up a good half hour after the alarm. No problem, I obviously wanted/needed the sleep. Yes, lights out before ten, but sleep is sleep. It comes when it will, it tells you, you don't tell it.

A somewhat rocky start.

When is that news? Clear skies, it's going to be warm again later (as it's been warm later since I can now remember). No thought to go anywhere, no thought not. Hmm. The photography retains its interest for me, I seem to still be learning and enjoying the pictures, but I've turned into a turnip when it comes to any other kind of adventure. I think. Does this kind of change tend to last? Can we blame it on age?

Of course. You can blame everything on age and go forward without any guilt.

Seems a dangerous path.

Later. A sunny, but reasonably cool morning by comparison with some we've been having, a walk over to the apartment house construction site to see what they were doing as we approached the noon hour, the sidewalk open on the project edge along Grand, a dump truck being filled with dirt that two small scoop loaders were scraping off by the existing apartment house next door. So pictures.

A walk then to the morning restaurant for lunch, a grilled cheese sandwich and lemonade, the temperature finally getting up to the point it was getting uncomfortable in a t-shirt, the fan now moving air in my direction as I sit at the computer. What to do next, now that the pictures of the morning are done? I'm thinking maybe bed, the fan and the tablet for maybe an hour. I'd gotten in a nap in the mid-morning. Might be able to get in another.

Evening. No nap, but a long session watching this and that on the tablet, ending in the early evening with what I'm now in retrospect calling an ocular migraine event. Whatever happened, watching the ending of one of the British detective programs, the world went into a very strange place for about ten minutes, getting up suddenly hungry after the event or during the tail end of the event, eating something quickly (low blood sugar?) and then going to bed again before eight.

Tired. Watch out when the body chemistry goes off, even for a little bit.